The Labor enquirer., 1887-07-09
prscORD AND HARMONY.
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the Subject.
For the Enquirer.
I have often felt as though there was
something wrong in this world; there was
something out of harmony; key was out
OF tune, and discord in the music. Bu'
I did not know where to look for It.
When by myself, with the birds, in the
woods, by the babbling brook, the music
Of life was perfect, and I used to think al
such times I had "found sermons in stones
books in the running brooks, and good
in everything" that the poet tells us Of
But back TO the haunts Of the human fam
lily was miserable; the discord of life be-
gan again. So went seeking for .har'
mony, and came West.
The open-heartsd rascality Of the West
pleased me much, better than the old
ely Puritan meanness Of the East. / did
not and harmony though, but found the
cause Of the discord. I was thrown d.
reetly In contact with human beings who
were being robbed. Ny husband and are
both wsge-workers now, and you never
know q grief thoroughly until you have
experienced IL. We saw the wage-workers
grievance, because we were wage-workers'
The first that opened my eyes was this;
Ny husband, who earned but $2.26 per
day, made for his employers $40 clear
profit. said, "this II not right; it is all
wrong" The right and proper thing was
TO pay that firm good interest on their
money invested and give my husband the
profits Of his own earnings. My eyes we're
opened to the sufferings and robberies
perpetrated upon the poor wage-workers,
never to close again, and the things saw
amazed me. saw this was the trouble
the discord in the music of life; that many
were miserable slaves, that precious few
might be masters. How my mind ex-
panded in the next few days, none but
myself will ever know. This was why /
was happy in the woods with the birds,
by the babbling brook. I was monarch of
all surveyed as much as much as anyone,
while there. Then was in harmony with
natural laws. This was why the robin and
his feathery tribe sang their own sweet
songs year in and year out, without dis
cord in their bugle notes. This world was
free to sll-they were free born birds Of
the air,-"heaven's heritage" Their food
was free foraging, One bird could not
say to another, "You go work and build
me nest in that lofty tree and I will give
you so many worms day, and will rent
you this old nest in the old broken bough
for 80 much month, and you work and
find food for me and my family to pay
your rent, or will evict you" The bird
that tried that would be apt to get his
plumage ruflled, for Mr.. Socialistic bird
would have fight. then and there, with
Mr.. Capitalistic bird, and equal rights to
birds would be decided in hurry.
Robert Owen thought he did but little
good in this world, but he advanced
thoughts that will in time change the
whole social system of civilization. The
plaques he fought against, from which
arises all sin, "the superstition of tramp
ling upon martyrs and crucifying them to
worship them in succeeding ages; inhar-
monious marriages; unlimited private
property" are being agitated by the
many. And the time is nearing when the
strife will begin in earnest and never end
until slavery and superstition is swept
from the land. Men like Henry George,
Albert Owen, Father McGlynn, Haskell,
Swinton, Buchanan, and score or two of
other men and women too, who keep the
song Of the wage worker forever singing
IN our ears, will raise monument of lib
erty, studded with precious gems of truth
and equity, that will be a thousand times
more grand and enduring than that of
him who sings the song of praise and
wishes for thousand tongues, that he
might keep it forever singing, that we
have souls to save, never thinking that we
have bodies to save also, and that the two
are zone and inseperable" in this world,
and that the wants of the body come first.
Yours for Freedom, Nora WILLIAMS.